Page 82 of The Goat in the Bedroom
“Then we try again. Try something different. Whatever you need.”
She was quiet for a moment, then her tongue darted out wetting her lips. “I want you to touch me.”
“Where?” Why, oh why wasn't I born a supernatural being who could touch her everywhere at once?
She took my hand and guided it between her legs, over her underwear. “Here.”
Thank god I still had my jeans on, because I was going to go off like a rocket and she didn't need to see that right now. I gave my cock a stern but quick lecture to regain control. This. Wasn't. About. Me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just... keep talking to me. Keep me here.”
“Always.”
I started slow, gentle pressure over the fabric, watching her face for every reaction. When her eyes started to flutter closed, I called her back.
“Look at me. Stay with me.”
She swallowed hard. “It's intense.”
“I know. But you're safe. I've got you.”
I kept up the gentle rhythm, talking to her the whole time. Telling her how beautiful she was, how perfect, how strong. When I felt her starting to respond, her hips moving slightly, I asked for the one and only thing I wanted, “Can I use my mouth?”
Her eyes went wide. “What?”
“Can I use my mouth on you? I want to taste you.” I was never going to get more than this, so if she'd let me, I'd fuck her with my mouth and tongue.
“I... umm...I don't know if I'll be able to come like that. Nobody's been able to...”
“Then let me be the first. Let me show you how good it can be.”
Let me worship you the way you deserve. Let me love you the only way I can.
“Okay.”
I moved down her body slowly, pressing kisses to her stomach, her hips, the inside of her thighs. When I pulled her underwear off, I took a moment just to look at her.
“Fuck,” I murmured. “So fucking beautiful.”
I should have kissed and licked and teased her, but I just couldn't wait anymore. The first touch of my tongue was straight to her plump little clit and made her gasp. She immediately tried to close her legs and I reveled in her thighs wrapped around my head.
“Too much?”
“No, just... I didn't expect the rub of your beard to feel so... good.”
Thank god for the beard. “We can stop.”
“No. No, please don't stop.”
I took my time, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her hands tighten in my hair. When I slipped one finger just barely into her, she tensed up, overthinking, I reached up and took her hand.
“Stay with me. Just feel.”
“I can't... I don't think I can...”
“You can, you already are. Trust me. Trust yourself.” I squeezed her hand. “Stop thinking about what should happen. Just feel what is happening.”
I went back to work, pouring everything I felt for her into this act of worship. Every stroke of my tongue was an I love you. Every kiss to her pussy was a promise I couldn't make out loud.This was my one chance to show her how she should be loved, and I was going to make it count.
